novembre

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thirteenth floor elevators \"dust\"

Dust from your skin must trust, when it scatters. Only love matters.
It's been overjoyed. Scents and perfumes. Whence -- since your higher fragrance is memory -- incense and never destroy. Every stop we've taken is now a wonderous shrine where nature is in order.
Your sense is sensing mine.
As I love you, all the creatures play. As I love you, now it's safe to say: there's no hangup in our way.
The trees in our gaze will show us the love that we breathe in. This shouldn't amaze; they openly love all they are. And love's all they are.
Gifts, to begin
Bliss, cliffs of expression. They suit our impression and every whim.
Taste has got thirst
Faced, waste beyond uses, with so many juices were filled to the brim. Our pleasure's not forsaken; we cultivate our bend.
More chances re-awaken when beginning meets the end.
As I love you, now it's safe to say: there's no hangup in our way.
As I love you, the faith that we build will strengthen our close growing closer till waiting is filled.
We simply remember we are, where ever we are.
Clay that we print may stay as we mold it,
but will never hold it.
The promise is long till we're complete; will, still, is intention. We still need attention to help us along.

6:18 am - 11.03.08

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